A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles January 12, 2019December 26, 2018 36 Words

But with a whimper

She did not scream. She let out a moan.
Calling out to the one person she
Respected enough to trust.
Each to their own.
And when tried to flee
More screams came from the internal disgust.

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A. A. MacConnell

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